"You ever notice how when the sun goes down the chemistry of the earth starts a new reaction? The flowers close with the shop doors, sunshine leaves town with the buses and the birds settle down like the dust covers on a department store's counters. At night perfume replaces the flowers, neon takes up the task of the sun, and the birds that take flight are the hearts of people looking for love and the good tomorrow. Someone said the night is a mantle that covers the weary and the cave of excitement for the adventuresome ... they forgot to add that the night is also the mask for the evil."